There's a tattoo heart
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With an arrow through the middle
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Of a name that looks like Joe
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And a young girl's looking
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At her makeup in the mirror
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Puts a little gold ring on her toe
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I gotta say one, two, three
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More things before I go on
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There's a sharp dressed man
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Playing something on a fiddle
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In the backyard right next door
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And everybody's mother
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Is cooking something in the kitchen
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Got dishes stacked ceiling to floor
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I gotta say one, two, three
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More things before I go on
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You can't run and try to hide away
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Here it comes, here comes another day
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A red rooster crows
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A little Mexican tune
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On the chain link fence by the gate
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Somebody's daddy's out there
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Honkin' on the horn
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Hurry up, we're gonna make him late
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I gotta say one, two, three
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More things before I go on
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You can't run and try to hide away
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Here it comes, here comes another day
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If you're long down that highway
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No matter where you are
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You're never really far
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Good morning Aztlan
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There's a big fat heart
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With an arrow through the middle
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Of this place that I call home
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And when I get lost
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And don't even got a nickel
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There's a piece of dirt I call my own
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I gotta say one, two, three
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More things before I go on
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You can't run and try to hide away
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Here it comes, here comes another day
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You can't run to try to hide away
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Here it comes, here comes another day
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Where you are, never really far away
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Good morning Aztlan
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Good Morning Aztlan
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| Los Lobos |
